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rick ross - summer 17 lyrics

[intro: rick ross]
(maybach music)
you scared to die, n-gga?
open your eyes wide and i pray you are (huh)

[verse 1: rick ross]
i’m out on bond so i gotta beat it (huh)
all the dope boys say they wanna be me (boss)
i got a l1ck, boy, i got a l1ck (i got a l1ck)
2017 trust me, boy, this one is it
i used to smoke the weed until my fingers burn (huh)
pool of b-tches f-ckin’ me, i got ’em takin’ turns (woo)
my n-gga bought the stick but you wanna fade (fick)
made runnin’ in the bank a residential thing (huh)
all my n-ggas mad they like, “f-ck the world” (f-ck it)
back to standin’ on the ave. with a couple birds
if you a k!ller, well i’m tryna see (huh)
’cause callin’ the police the only thing free (woo)
i had to park that purple lamborghini (yummm)
and pull that chevy back out on the cement (huh)
i’m from the city where they k!ll for nothin’ (nothin’)
and all renzel do is push a b-tton (woop)

[chorus: rick ross]
i want my n-ggas rich by summer seventeen (let’s get it)
i want my n-ggas rich by summer seventeen
i want my n-ggas rich by summer seventeen
(all my n-ggas! i’m talking all my n-ggas!)
i want my n-ggas rich by summer seventeen (maybach music)

[verse 2: yo gotti]
i had a quarter mil’ when i was seventeen
quarterback and quarter keys, plus i own the team (yeah)
rather you than me, rather me than you (me, you)
riding in that coupe, hanging out shooting (skrrt, skrrt)
gl-ss panoramic top, i don’t got no roof (pew)
your b-tch wishing on a star, i can see the moon
i can count to a million with my eyes closed
and shoot a p-ssy with that chopper while i’m blindfolded (brrr)
draco, draco, draco (draco) fitted cap a halo (brrrr)
activis and faygo, no p-ssies on my payroll
it’s ’bout to be a cold summer, hot winter (summer, winter)
this mid-march, i might make it rain ’til september

[chorus: rick ross]
i want my n-ggas rich by summer seventeen (summertime)
i want my n-ggas rich by summer seventeen (all of mine)
i want my n-ggas rich by summer seventeen (summertime)
i want my n-ggas rich by summer seventeen (huh)

[verse 3: rick ross]
i’m out on bond so i gotta beat it (lord)
half a million to my lawyer ’cause he undefeated
shots fired; you short of breathin’
barefoot ’cause them kids took your adidas (woo)
i’m keepin’ fried fish up in my mama pan (mama)
how much y’all detectives call yo’ boy the son of sam (mama)
sa ka fet shake up the block, that’s with a hundred grand (sa ka fet)
put that voodoo on you n-ggas so that gun’ll jam (woo)
you know them n-ggas k!llers how they name ring (boss)
you know them n-ggas winners how they chain swing (ah)
all the b-tches sellin’ p-ssy charge the same thing (okay)
richest n-gga in the hood, we call him rain man

[chorus: rick ross]
i want my n-ggas rich by summer seventeen (summertime)
i want my n-ggas rich by summer seventeen (all my n-ggas, let’s go!)
i want my n-ggas rich by summer seventeen
i want my n-ggas rich by summer seventeen

[outro: rick ross]
lord! i’m talking all my n-ggas!
all my n-ggas!
every one of ’em, n-gga
summer seventeen
summer seventeen, n-gga!
(maybach music)

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